The Abbey Dean was the man on the couch.
He had once been undefeatable but was now wrecked by illness. He looked like an ordinary old man who was on his deathbed. However, his gaze was still just as calm as if he could see everything.
Long Qing knelt before the couch and did not dare raise his head. However, he felt as if all his thoughts could not be hidden.
"I am not as good as the Headmaster and you're not as good as Ning Que. This is natural." The Abbey Dean looked at him and said in a weak voice, having to stop after every few words.
Long Qing looked up, not daring to look into the Abbey Dean's eyes nor the deep and light scars on his face. His gaze landed on the furnishing in the temple.
It was a simple temple and was similar to the cells of the You Prison in the Peach Mountain. However, he was surprised that he did not sense any inhibition in the Zhishou Abbey.